Private: Skipper, maybe it's time to admit we've lost. Kowalski is stumbling in the background. Kowalski: The moo-cow may have a chocolate marshmallow.
Julien wins the hockey game, defeating the sewer rats, Rico, Private and Skipper looked shocked; Kowalski stumbles past them. Kowalski: Well, I'll be a bicycle cream cone!
Private: Skipper, I hope this isn't insubordination, but I'm going to wipe the ice with you. Skipper: I like your sass.
King Rat: Aw, gee, bird. You don't look happy to see us. Skipper: Well, we're not. So why don't you crawl back to that sewer you call a home? Rat #1: Can't. Rat #2: The pipes burst. King Rat: There's a little too much sewer in the sewer. So we ain't going nowhere. Kowalski: Uh, that's a double negative. Skipper: Better make it a triple. You're out of here.
Skipper: Well, that was... What's the word I'm looking for? Rico: Phbt! Skipper: Yeah, that's the one.
Skipper: They're scoring again! Defense! Julien: Uh-uh-uh. It must be a cheer. [Cheering unenthusiastically] Skipper: De-fense. De-fense. King Julien needs to play defense. Rah. Julien: Which fence? I see no fence.
Julien: None may touch the royal feet! NONE!
Skipper: Kowalski! Speak to me, man! Kowalski: Just a... knock on the old... monkey bus.... Skipper: Kowalski? Kowalski: No need to paint. I'm as flopsy-faced as ever. Skipper: I... don't think you're fit for duty. Kowalski: Flibbertigibbit, man. I'm as juxtaposed as the next hamburger.
Julien: All right, you all need to do everything that I am telling you, starting with paying close attention to what I am saying right now...
Right now... Now.
Skipper: It turns out the cheerleader is not that crucial to hockey. Julien: So the game did not rest on my regal shoulders? Skipper: Well, no, but it does now. Ringtail, this whole game has come down to you. Julien: Then I shall not be letting you down. I shall only be letting you up. Make way for King Julien, champion hockey... guy.
Julien: You probably couldn't get the ball into the hoopy thingy. Kowalski: It's called a puck Julien: Oh, okay. You probably couldn't never get the ball into the puck thingy.
Julien: You dummy rats shall never score a homely run.
Maurice, Mort: Every time the penguins score, it's King Julien we adore! Julien: Bring me on! Skipper: You're not supposed to cheer for yourself. Julien: Oh, I'm not. They are.
Rat #1: They're killing us. Rat #2: Those penguins got good. King Rat: Yeah. So we get bad.
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